Hot and sullen, the sun rose through oppressive yellow haze over Santo Domingo. Houses remained shuttered, shops did not open, little knots of serious, worried people met on street corners, in the tin roofed ramshackle market. Two flags hung limply on the signal mast of Fort Ozama's 16th century "Homage Tower." There was not enough breeze to spread them from the mast but every Dominican knew what they were: one above the other, two little red flags with square black centres, the most dreadful signal of the tropics, hurricane jacks.
Two days before,...
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